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It would take Oikawa a couple minutes to process that your figure had left the suffocating apartment, as his mind continued to race with furious thoughts. He ran a hand through his messy hair, frustrated. Not with you, but with himself. He knew deep down you were right and you were just looking out for him, but all he did was hurt you and make a big deal out of it - not that he’d admit that right now. He tried to convince himself that he was right, but even with his incredible persuasion skills he had developed over the past years, he couldn’t persuade himself that he wasn’t in the wrong.

He let out a deep sigh, the sound of the air leaving his lungs was the only thing that filled the ambience of the dark apartment - it felt colder without your presence. He needed some water. All the shouting had made his throat hoarse and it would also do him some good to cool off. He entered the small kitchen and flipped on the light, his eyes squinted as he adjusted to the sudden flash, the plate of food he assumed was his dinner stared back at him.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself as he glanced down at it, once again reminded of the argument you two just had. It only mocked him, proving your point further and pouring salt onto his damaged ego. The shiny, porcelain plates that sat on the drying rack screamed at him - urging him to go apologize before it was too late.

His words were like daggers. He knew you were strong, but there was only so much you could endure, especially with all his bullshit. He had put you through hell and back these past few weeks. Oikawa stood there in silence, wallowing in regret. His actions and his words only seemed to hurt you lately and that was the last thing he ever wanted to do. He had been too immersed in his work that he failed to treat you with the love you deserve and he hated himself for that.

But the way he was feeling was nowhere near as important as how you were right now. He now realized the most important person in his life had just walked out of the shared apartment, into the cold night. He didn’t know where you went. He didn’t know if you were going to ever step through that front door again. He didn’t know if he’d ever get to hold you in his arms again. And most important of all, he didn’t know if you were okay. It was 2 AM - the worst time for someone to be wandering around alone, especially with the temperature dropping to 5ºC recently.

His heart raced as he sprinted back towards his bag to grab his phone out and call your number he had engraved into his mind. Even the phone mocked him, reminding him of the many times he’d be staring at the small screen instead of the precious, stunning person sitting beside him that he certainly didn’t deserve - you. The endless ringing only further instigated the anxiety coursing through his body, his legs restlessly leading him to pace around the small living room. Oikawa suddenly heard light vibrations coming from somewhere in the room, his heart dropping as he realized you left your phone behind.

He didn’t waste another second before grabbing a blanket and his old team jacket before racing out the door in a desperate search for his lover. His hands were shaky - both from the chilly air and the anxiousness that rose in his chest - as he inserted the key to start the car.

“Where would you be? Where would you go to get your mind off things? Where? Where?” he thought, panicking as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

His head ran through all the possible locations you could get to by foot, the locations that meant something to you. And then it hit him. The park that you two always headed to after dates to unwind and enjoy each other’s presence after a long day, staring at the moon that was nothing compared to your beauty. You had to be there.

In fact, you were. Oikawa found you sitting on the grass, hugging your body for warmth and staring at that same moon. He quickly made his way over to you, the old turquoise jacket and fluffy blanket in hand. With one swift motion, you felt him wrap the jacket around your shoulders and then the weight of the blanket as well. Looking up at him, he saw your tear stained face and although it was quite dark outside besides the scattered street lamps and the moonlight, he could tell your eyes were red. It pained him deeply knowing he was the cause of your pain, sending pangs throughout his heart as he looked at you.

You had been sitting there for a while, reflecting on your relationship with your lover. It brought a bittersweet feeling to your chest, the stinging of your heart was almost unbearable. Was asking him to take care of himself too much? Was a little attention every once in a while so hard to give? These questions clouded your head as you found yourself wiping tears from your face. It was a difficult position to be in. Would you forgive him or would you let him go? Would you two be able to resolve this issue or would it be the end? The way he treated you these past few weeks was unacceptable but people can change. You could see the remorse in his eyes and the way he hesitated to wrap his arms around you but decided against it, his hands falling back to his sides.

“Tōru,” you started, his chocolate eyes meeting yours worriedly. “I think we should…” you started, but paused, wrapping the jacket and blanket closer around you.

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♡ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @curapiikt

♡ Oikawa has both a superiority complex and an inferiority complex (but that’s why I love him) so as a lawyer, he’d have this Hunger Games all or nothing mentality engraved into his head

♡ The narcissism and ego of this man would be exemplified 100x more as a lawyer, making arguments difficult because he doesn’t want to see your side

♡ To him, backing down would be losing a case. Therefore, this stubborn man wouldn’t even let you get a word in, constantly butting in

♡ On top of all that, he’s EXTREMELY competitive and certainly won’t back down, even if he has to hurt you in the process

♡ He doesn’t mean to hurt you. His head is just clouded and he’s overwhelmed by the need to win

♡ He knows exactly how to tire you out and eventually, you realize there’s no point because he isn’t even listening. You’ll walk out of the room, maybe even take a stroll outside, because there’s no point in arguing when he’s like this

♡ He’ll eventually calm down and come to his senses, realizing he’s not in the courthouse. He’s home. With you.

Oikawa knows he shouldn’t overwork himself. He knows, but the stubborn lawyer ignores even his own thoughts if it interferes with his work. He spends late hours at the office doing legal research and preparing for cases. He’s always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Therefore, you hardly saw him at home and lately, you were starting to feel neglected. You completely understood that he was working and the future of his clients lie within his hands. You understood the burden of that laid upon his shoulders everyday as he stepped through the front door of your shared apartment. You understood that he was tired when he got home and wanted nothing more than a warm shower before climbing into bed. You understood all that he goes through with his line of work and his work ethic, but would it hurt him to take a little break every once in a while? After all, he had 20 vacation days a year for a reason. You could care less about the neglection aspect of all this honestly, even though the lack of affection hurts at times. The part that hurt the most was how he was slowly destroying his own well-being. The bags under his eyes you gently ran your fingers over as you observed his peaceful sleeping form, the constant irritation from the overbearing stress he carries as he refreshes his emails every 5 minutes and answers countless calls throughout the night - he needed a break but refused to due to the fact that he didn’t want to fall behind. But, you weren’t going to let him work himself to death. You needed to butt in, despite knowing how hard it is to argue with the love of your life who seemed to remain unswayed by anything you say during arguments.

You had set out dinner on the kitchen counter a couple hours ago, the winter chill that blew through your apartment slowly cooling the food that was once steaming. He was out later than usual, but you stayed put on the couch awaiting his arrival. You hated how you had to bring this up this late at night when he just wanted to get to bed, but he’d be gone by the time you woke up and there’s no way you’re delaying this conversation any longer.

The sound of the front door unlocking snapped you from your sleepy daze, your posture straightening up as you reviewed your own arguments in your head. Dating a lawyer is difficult. Arguments run like court cases and you knew you had to prepare beforehand. The cool air filled your lungs as you took a deep breath, ready to face your tired lover.

“Y/n? What’re you doing?” Oikawa asked softly, clearly shocked to see you still awake as he set his bag aside and removed his shoes before entering the dark apartment. The moonlight scattered across the room, falling upon your soft, exhausted expression. He glanced over to the small watch you bought him for his birthday, only realizing now that it was quite late in the night. 2 AM.  

“I was waiting for you to come home. There’s something we need to talk about,” you responded, a flat tone from the exhaustion that overwhelmed your body as you stood and climbed over the couch to lean against the back of it, facing him. His guilt-filled eyes watched as you moved closer. Had you really stayed up this late to talk to him?

“Right now? Can it wait ‘till tomorrow? I kinda need to get into the office early tomorrow morning to talk with a client,” he explained, a hand raising to sheepishly rub the back of his neck.

Oikawa feels terrible for having to set you aside, but he hopes you will be understanding and let this slide. At least just this once.

But he doesn’t know that you’ve been letting this slide. The constant attempts to catch him at the right time were shut down by “I’m tired” or “Let’s talk later, I promise” and you were tired of it.

“Tooru, please. We’ve hardly even talked lately. I’m sorry I have to keep you up but if you just listen, this will be quick,” you said already exasperated.

He let out a sigh, but nodded, urging you to speak.

“I just-,” you started, but paused, gathering your thoughts once again. “You've been working hard, I can see that. But I just think you’ve been working too hard. I barely get to see you but that’s the least of the problems here. You hardly sleep. You don’t eat, leaving the dinner I made you on the counter for me to find the next morning. You’re constantly stressed. Tooru, you aren’t taking care of yourself and it scares me,” you expressed, looking him straight in the eye.

Oikawa had lost his last case and it was weighing down on him heavily. He thought putting in extra hours and working harder would ensure that he would never lose a case again. He couldn’t. He doesn’t want to lose, not again. Right now, he’s tired. He’s tired of losing. He’s tired physically and mentally. He’s not in the right headspace to be having this conversation. He knows he’s going to say things he doesn’t mean, but he’s too tired to stop himself before he begins. All he sees here is a case. A case he isn’t going to lose.

“What are you talking about? I take care of myself perfectly fine and I don’t need you hovering over me constantly. You aren’t my mom. Most of the time, I eat at the office before I leave or I’ll pick something up on the way home. Would you like to see the receipts, your honor?” he spits, his words dripping with venom. “And I work hard so I can support the both of us. I don’t see you doing anything! Maybe you should be more appreciative instead of breathing down my neck and criticizing everything I do!” he says, his voice raising slightly. Here’s when his superiority complex begins to shine.

You open your mouth to refute his statements, your own blood boiling at his words. You know half of the things he’s saying comes from exhaustion and stress but even you are tired and too heated at the moment to remember this, despite your constant attempts to cool down. However, before you can even start talking, he cuts you off.

“I went to law school to get a stable, well-paying job. To support us. To work my ass off, only for you to sit back and complain about everything I give you. We live in a beautiful apartment in the city. We’re able to buy food from that stupid organic market you love. We have dates at fancy restaurants. We have everything we could ever need. And yet, you still aren’t satisfied? What is it that you want from me Y/n?” he says, now stepping closer to you as he tugs on his brown locks.

He certainly doesn’t notice the pain that flashes across your eyes, because all he sees is red. But just as quickly as the pain appeared, it disappears, replaced with a fiery rage. Is that really what he thought you cared about? You couldn’t believe the bullshit that was coming out of his mouth right now. You had your limits too and your temper wasn’t the best when it came to these arguments. No one would be able to keep their temper when arguing with someone as stubborn and closed minded as Tooru Oikawa.

“Is that really what you think? Oikawa, you’re fucking kidding me,” you said in a cold, monotone voice that he’s never heard from you. The emotionless demeanor you currently hold and the fact that you used his last name sent chills up his spine. He knew it was going to get serious then and there.

“I clean this apartment. I cook for you. I wash your clothes for you. I make sure you have enough cold brew in the fridge for your early mornings. I wake you up if you’re getting a call in the middle of the night. I charge your phone before you go to bed so you don’t wake up with a dead phone. And you call all of that nothing?” you stated, laying out the evidence for him. “You claim I’m not your mother, but that’s exactly how you’re treating me. This isn’t even the main point of why I brought this all up! This isn’t about me. This is about you. You can’t see how much you're hurting yourself and how much you’re overworking yourself!” you state your rebuttal as you stand up from your leaning position to face him directly. “Tooru, I can’t just stand here and watch as you work yourself to death and for that reason, I’m out” you say softly, voice just above a whisper as your eyes fill with tears at the thought of the person you love the most losing himself to his work.

“You don’t understand. I have complete control over myself and my work. I know how to balance these things Y/n. I’m not a child who constantly needs to be monitored,” Oikawa begins to argue back again.

You’ve had it at this point. You don’t know how to make him realize how dangerous this game he’s playing is. This argument has gone nowhere and it doesn’t seem like he’s going to back down anytime soon. You don’t necessarily give up on him. You would never. But continuing this is pointless. You’re tired. He’s tired. This just wasn’t going as well as you hoped, but your expectations, knowing Oikawa, were quite low anyways.

“I’m done with this. I don’t know how else I can convince you. I’m truly sorry Tooru,” you speak up before he can continue  “I’m not sorry because I was wrong. I’m sorry because I’m giving up on this. I’m sorry because I can’t convince you otherwise,” you said with a sigh before stepping past him and grabbing a coat.

[work in progress]

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